My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Zhang Ying took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He looked at the disheveled old man Xu and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Thank you so much, my dear senior."

He released Li Ziqing from his arms, and stroked his severed hand with his right hand. The continuous pain made cold sweat pour down his forehead.

"In many ways, you might even be my benefactors. Unfortunately, I'm a despicable person, and my favorite thing to do in life is to repay kindness with enmity!"

As his tone grew more forceful, Zhang Ying looked at Li Ziqing beside him and asked with a smile, "Can you help me, senior?"

Li Ziqing clasped his fingers together and let them hang down his body, like a child who had done something wrong and wanted to make amends, and nodded gently.

Old Wu, who was supporting Old Xu, hurriedly shouted, "Wait! For the sake of our master-disciple relationship, can you spare our lives?"

Old Xu gritted his teeth and shouted with all his might, "If you kill us, the Spiritual Exchange Association will never let you go! Even if you escape their pursuit, someone from your family, friends, and relatives will die because of you!"

"The Spiritual Exchange Association, our feud isn't over yet! One day I'll destroy this damn exchange association of yours!" Zhang Ying frowned and said angrily in a low voice.

"Senior! Stop letting them talk nonsense!"

"You!" Before Old Man Xu could finish speaking, a line of blood appeared on his right arm with a whoosh!

He turned his head blankly, looking down at his shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound; his entire right arm had been severed along the bloodline and fallen onto the lake's surface!

"ah!!!"

Old Xu covered the severed wound on his right arm, large beads of sweat constantly sliding down his cheeks.

Li Ziqing tilted her head back and softly hummed a song.

The melodious singing sounded like a death knell to Old Xu and Old Wu. Their bodies froze on the spot, their joints twisted in the opposite direction by an invisible force.

Click!

The two men were bent into a swan-like pose, except their joints were concave outwards and convex inwards, making them look extremely bizarre. Especially Old Man Xu, whose swan pose—was headless.

Perhaps he had been tormented enough. Amid the painful cries of Old Man Xu and Old Man Wu, Li Ziqing slowly raised his hand, palm up, and clenched it into a fist, one stroke at a time.

puff!

From the pool of blood beneath Old Man Xu and Old Man Wu's feet sprouted dozens of blood spikes, each over two meters long. These spikes pierced the two old men's bodies from various angles, cutting them through to the core and ending their lives completely!

[Emergency Mission Completed: Escape from the Supernatural Exchange Meeting]

[Reward Obtained: "Surging Wind Spell" - a skill to replenish the peak power of the day after tomorrow]

Watching two lives die before his eyes, Zhang Ying felt surprisingly calm. There was no satisfaction from revenge, nor any nausea from resentment; he simply felt a heaviness in his chest, as if something was pressing down on it.

The surrounding crimson space receded inch by inch, and the blood lake gradually dried up.

Li Ziqing dispelled the eerie domain, and the surrounding scene returned to the vocal music room.

The layout of the vocal room remained unchanged, except for two unrecognizable corpses on the floor and Zhang Ying's severed hand.

Looking at the two corpses, Zhang Ying's first thought wasn't about the revenge from the Spiritual Exchange Association, but rather how he could escape.

If it's discovered, am I supposed to say that these two people were murdered by a ghost? I'd probably end up in a mental hospital if not prison.

Another issue is his right hand. How is he going to explain this to his mother? He went on a long trip and lost an arm. If his mother saw this, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep for nights on end.

He asked Li Ziqing beside him, "Senior, do you have a way to dispose of these two corpses?"

Li Ziqing nodded and stretched out his hand toward the two corpses, blood seeping from his knuckles and dripping onto the ground.

The blood seemed to have its own will, flowing across the ground to the two corpses. It covered the bodies, quickly dissolving them without leaving a trace.

The blood returned to Li Ziqing's body, leaving only Zhang Ying and Li Ziqing, one human and one ghost, at the scene.

Li Ziqing squatted down and picked up Zhang Ying's severed arm.

She looked back and forth at Zhang Ying's severed arm and the cut on his arm, her face full of self-reproach.

Zhang Ying sighed and patted Li Ziqing's head: "Don't worry, senior, it's just losing an arm. If it weren't for you, I might have lost my life. Losing an arm is already a good deal. You don't need to worry about the rest."

The problem with the corpse has been resolved; now, how do I address the issue with my arm?

He was contemplating whether to hide away for a month or two when he suddenly saw Li Ziqing in front of him. As if he had made up his mind, he turned the arm in his hand into blood.

Then, under Zhang Ying's shocked gaze, Li Ziqing resolutely made a chop with his left hand and chopped at his own left hand without hesitation!

Click!

"Senior! What are you doing?!" Zhang Ying's voice trembled with shock as Li Ziqing's wooden right forearm snapped off and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Ying felt his heart skip a beat: "Senior, even if you feel guilty, there's no need to cut off your arm for nothing, is there?"

Seeing Zhang Ying's worried and anxious expression, Li Ziqing smiled and said, "Junior, you've made me realize that you can even give up your life for the one you love."

Li Ziqing picked up the wooden forearm that had fallen to the ground and, under Zhang Ying's puzzled gaze, inserted the wooden forearm into the broken part of Zhang Ying's arm!

"hiss!"

A sharp pain shot through the severed part of his arm, and Zhang Ying gasped sharply. He looked at the wooden forearm, which was different in size from his own arm, and a strange sensation emanated from the break.

He felt the nerves and muscles at his severed end connecting with the wooden forearm. Accompanied by waves of itching and stinging, the wooden forearm continued to swell, not only connecting with his arm but also growing to the same size as his severed forearm!

As the itching and throbbing pain gradually subsided, Zhang Ying looked at the wooden forearm attached to his hand with slight surprise.

This wooden forearm feels like it has truly become one with me!

He moved his fingers, watching the wooden joints on his fingers open and close under his will, and for a moment he really regarded this wooden forearm as his original arm.

However, this forearm is too frightening, after all, the connection to the hand is a wooden ball joint.

It would be great if it could be disguised as a normal forearm.

The moment this thought popped into Zhang Ying's mind, skin began to spread and grow along the severed part of his arm, covering the entire wooden forearm and making it indistinguishable from his original arm!

"Holy crap, this works!" Zhang Ying exclaimed, his eyes wide.

He excitedly fiddled with his new arm, but when he looked up and saw Li Ziqing's severed arm, his excitement was immediately overshadowed by worry.

"Senior, you gave me your arm, so what are you going to do now?"

Li Ziqing smiled and said, "It's alright."

As she spoke, blood gushed from the severed part of her arm, forming a bloody hand.

Although the bloody hand seemed to be real, it was ultimately just an arm made of blood, and it looked particularly strange when it was pressed against her body.

"This will do for me."

"this……"

"Oh dear! Don't worry about me. You're so badly injured, go and rest." Li Ziqing turned his back to Zhang Ying and waved to him. "See you tomorrow, junior."

"See you tomorrow... Wait, senior, you've broken through the seal now, you shouldn't be trapped here anymore, right?" Zhang Ying asked doubtfully.

Li Ziqing tapped his lips: "Yes, after becoming the scourge those two mentioned, I can indeed leave the school at any time. As long as there is one school in China, I can recover my strength in any school."

"Where will you be staying in the future?" Zhang Ying asked.

"That's a question for me. Normally, I would bring it to school. But if you can't stand being alone, I can stay by your side all the time," Li Ziqing said with a mischievous grin, turning his head.

Zhang Ying's cheeks flushed: "Senior, please stop teasing me."

"Okay, there's one more thing I've always wanted to do, and now I finally have the chance. I'll be going now, bye-bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Zhang Ying watched as Li Ziqing's body turned into a pool of blood mist and dissipated, smiled, shook his head, and left the vocal music room.

The vocal room returned to silence.

……

Shortly after Zhang Ying and Li Ziqing left the vocal music room, two paper figures that had been pasted on the ceiling and blended into it slowly floated down.

The two paper figures have "Xu" written on them and "Wu" written on them respectively.

The two paper figures spontaneously combusted without fire, green flames erupting from their bodies, before turning to ashes a few seconds later.

In a dilapidated ancestral hall a thousand miles away, a human-shaped dark figure opened its eyes.

"It's quite interesting..."